Dan's POV
"Well fuck it." i mumble as i enter the thick, drunk air of this shitty party i was forced to go to by my parents. They said it will be good for me to 'interact' more with people in my school but honestly the people in my school are shit. I'm literally almost 17 and my parents still try to control me. I know it means well but it's annoying most of the time. I walk in and see drunk girls slopping over guys and other guys passed out on the floor from overdosing on alcohol. i turn my nose up at the burning smell. I walk into the kitchen to see if i know anybody from school that i actually maybe liked the slightest bit. I turned the corner and saw Greg. Fuck.

Greg was my ex-boyfriend. He was a pretty shitty boyfriend in the first place. I was young when i was in lust with him and i even went as far as losing my virginity over him. Turns out you shouldn't trust anything somebody tells you because he broke up with me the next day for a girl and told everyone he dated me as a joke. i cried for weeks, maybe months, over the fact he did that to me. It made me ridged in fact and i guess that's why you never see me 'interact' as my parents have said, with other people.

Greg was obviously drunk. I tried to walk out of the room without him noticing until he slurred out my name. "Dannn" he called out. I tried to get out but he pulls my shoulder back and holds my arm with his other hand tight. He was always so fucking stronger than me. I tried to get loose but it wasn't any help. He pushed me up against the wall, straddling me with his hands. I struggled trying to push him off of me but it was no use. He had that drunk look in his eye and it really scared me. At this moment i was freaking out and shaking. I then saw him grab the liquor bottle. He forced my mouth open and poured the liquor into my mouth.

I was on the ground now. I could still feel the burning taste of the liquor hitting my tongue and back of my throat hard. No one else was in the kitchen, plus they were probably already too wasted to even help out. I was trying to spit out the liquor at this time but it was no use. I just kept gulping and gulping until the bottle was empty.

He sat there for a minute confused as to why there was no more poison coming out and then he figured out why. His legs were straddling me. His hands were holding my arms above my head. I started to feel dizzy now. I figured i was beginning to become intoxicated. I tried once more to push Greg off of me but failed again. He looked at me with a gleam in his eye. I knew what he had in mind. He started kissing my neck. Not in a comforting, gentle way, but in a greedily and horny way. He started trying to jack me off through my pants but i kept wiggling. I almost started crying. I didn't want this to happen.

When Greg broke up with me, i began sleeping around with other boys, sometimes girls, because i thought it was better to feel anything but the pain i was going through. So this isn't anything i haven't done before but this is considered rape and it was scaring the fuck out of me.

I wanted to cry so badly but i just laid there because i was too tired to defend myself and the liquor he gave me was sinking in. Before i knew it i had passed out.

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I remember seeing Greg passed out on the ground beside me so i got up and called a cab to take me home. Gladly i'm not too dumb while drunk.

I remember getting into the cab and the driver asking me over and over what was my name or address but i was too drunk to register what was happening. I fell asleep in the back of the cab.

Everything else that happened is a blur.